Page 26 of A New Year's Toy

Swirling his tongue in one final circle around my pussy, Alistair lifts his head. He leaves the handle of the long clamp on my belly, and grabs my ass, hefting it in the air.

“Making sure it’s nice and wet for the clamp.”

He smirks a second before spitting on my hood. He smears it, using the smooth pad of his thumb, guaranteeing no part of my pussy is left dry. A pleasure so profound coats me in a blanket of lust, followed by an acute pain that has me screaming in surprise.

The clamp is fastened to my clit.

“Breathe, Nola.”

Alistair doesn’t remove it. He begins the task of undressing himself, button by button.

“I—I—”

“Do you remember the day I shoved my cock in your virgin little ass?”

His shirt is on the floor, his chest on display. My eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of their sockets. I hold my breath, unable to do as he says. It’s as if my mind convinces itself that if I do, I’ll be subjected to a worse torment, one I can’t and won’t be able to handle.

“It hurt, at first.” Alistair’s cock is freed from his pants, erect and proud.

My agony doesn’t frighten him. It’s his to control, his to own.

I hold onto his words and those he said before. Nothing he does will cause irreparable damage.

I try clinging onto that promise, but it’s so goddamn hard.

“Then it was better, wasn’t it?”

He’s on the bed, his lips in the place where the clamps connect to my pussy. Alistair slips his tongue out, lapping it on the outside of the clamp, stroking my squeezed clit. It’s amorous. It’s making me melt.

I breathe.

And I like it. I like this type of pain too.

“Yes, baby.” With a final open kiss on my pussy, he stands up. “I knew reminding you my cock in your ass would do it for you.”

He flips me on my stomach. The pressure on my nipples and clit intensifies due to gravity. I breathe once more, settling into the pain. Learning to love it.

Alistair, who’s attuned to my body signals as though they were his, must see me taking it. He rubs my left ass cheek, opening me up for the lube he squirts over my pucker.

It warms at his touch; the rim first, the inside later. Two of Alistair’s fingers stretch my sensitive tissues, opening me up to him. He takes them out, bends over me to grip my hair at the base of my skull, guiding the crown of his cock to my wanting asshole.

Alistair nudges it inside until it slides in.

We both grunt, our pleasured breaths mingling.

“Good thing I’m equally eager to fuck you there.”

His words tickle the skin of my cheek.

Crude yet soft.

Allowing me a second of reprieve before he slams his shaft deep inside me.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Alistair

I’ve never been addicted to anything, not even my career.

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